DAY ONE

Last Friday I went out with a few good friends and had a blast at the bars. Come closing time my best friend and I hailed a cab and headed to his place. My best friend gets a text from a guy we were with saying he's bringing three girls back to our spot. This guy also happens to be the worst with women out of everyone in our group, so naturally we were skeptical.

We arrived and sure enough, there are two average looking girls and one cow he brought back. I wasn't too impressed by them so I ignored them for a good 30 minutes, having fun with other people.

After a while my penis and the alcohol in my veins took charge and I went over to flirt with the girls. I took care to remember each of their names, got to know them a little bit and kept the conversation fun and playful. One girl, a HB6 was giving me puppy dog eyes so I singled her out and talked with her a little more directly for a minute. After this super short convo, I simply said "Hey, let's go outside and get some fresh air." She agreed so I took her by the hand and led her outside.

She lit up a cigarette (gross) and we got to talking. I teased her and got to know her a bit more and went in for the kiss after two minutes of conversation.

Soon after, her friends and a couple other guys came out. She was still giving me heavy kino and we kissed in front of them. After getting her number and chatting for about 10 minutes I grabbed her hand and told her to follow me to somewhere with more privacy. I led her into my friend's backyard and went into his garage. I immediately initiated an aggressive makeout. I felt her up and pulled her hair a bit during this and it drove her wild. "I love it when you pull my hair" she said.

A couple minutes later she had to go because the cab her friends called arrived to pick them up. "You have my number, you better text me" she said as she left. I kissed her goodbye and went back to the party.

Lesson learned: When alcohol is involved, escalate quickly.

FIRST DATE

Since I met her on Friday, I texted her on Sunday (A little earlier than I'll usually text or call a girl, but she seemed to have a very high level of interest)

I kept my texts completely laid back and 100% logistical. I showed no eagerness or neediness. At one point it even took her two days to reply to a text, but I never double texted. We tried making plans but I'm so busy with work that things wouldn't line up for next week. When all options were exhausted I told her I'd have to get back to her on Monday when my schedule was more clear. She texted back "It's a long shot but I'm going out tonight if you didn't have anything better to do." Luckily I was free so I casually accepted her invitation and met her out.

When I arrived I walked around the table to greet her with a hug. I held my arms out for like 10-15 seconds and she just glanced at me one or twice. So fucking awkward. I shrugged it off and told her I was going to grab a drink. I ordered a beer at the bar and chatted up a few people around me. Boom: Social proof & regathered my bearings.

I returned to the table she was at and we talked for a good 10-15 minutes. Turns out we have the same birthday, except she's two years older than me. Obviously this was a huge rapport builder. She mentioned her ex (recent as of three weeks ago) more than once and I playfully but boldy asked her "This isn't going to be one of those dates where you talk about your ex the whole time, is it?" She was put off a little but laughed and said it wouldn't be. Other than that, kept the conversation light, avoided heavy subjects, built good rapport.

After moving venues once or twice she started buying me drinks, asking me how many girls I've had sex with, etc. She tried coaxing me into telling by saying "I'll tell you how many guys I've been with if you tell me how many girls you've been with!" I replied "I don't care how many guys you've been with, and I don't tell people that until I know them really well." She kept prodding for an answer, I kept giving her a similar response. Passed another shit test or two and could see her interest rise immediately after each time.

We moved venues a few times, sang karaoke, danced, played darts, etc.

I said we should go back to her house to chill when we were walking outside and she laughed, "Oh, you think you're coming home with me tonight, huh?" "Don't act like you don't want me to", I replied. "You're gonna have to wait til bar close for that", she said.

A hour before bar close we walked back to her car (we both had too much to drink to be driving). She only lived about a 5 minute drive from the bar and it was all slow driving so I wasn't immediately concerned. I guess she was a bit more drunk than I was because she drove like a lunatic, speeding 10-15 mph over in a 25 zone, swerving, braking late on stop signs, etc. It was fucking crazy. I watched carefully for pedestrians and other vehicles and luckily there wasn't any close calls. Looking back I definitely should have gotten us a cab. For some reason it just never crossed my mind. After this experience I'll have the phone numbers for taxi services in whatever city I decide to drink in.

We arrived at her apartment building, hung out with her neighbors for a game of pool, and went back to her room. We walked in, turned her light off, and she undressed herself and was lying in bed naked in a matter of seconds. What happened next should be obvious.

Edit: Thanks for the criticism on the drunk driving bit. I think I got tunnel-vision when I knew I was going to get some that night, calling a cab just never crossed my mind. I'll request that we walk next time too. It was a dumb choice letting her drive.

TL;DR: Crushed her shit tests, survived a ride with a drunk driver, had my first alcohol-involved f-close.